The parade runs for a little over a mile, which is pretty far to dance in 85° weather wearing all that good Norwegian wool. We see them here at the beginning of the parade, but I'm sure they were just as chipper at the end. Those Norskies are tough, you know.

New this year were the middle school kids practicing flipping lefse. Give a boy a fry pan, a bean bag "lefse," and a mile of parade and you'll have one tired boy at the end. And isn't that what you want?

Parades are moving objects, so we took some moving pictures of them. This is a small marching band affiliated with one of the Norwegian lodges. They're classic Syttende Mai: Kind of goofy, lots of fun, and awfully sweet.

It's Norwegian Constitution Day, and we had a terrific parade this unseasonably warm afternoon. Warning: There will be pictures, but in the meantime, enjoy this clip of Olaf playing some Norwegian waltzes on his accordion.